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He doesn't give me time to brace myself or prepare to be eaten alive before he falls on me. His hands curl into tight fists on the bed as if he's afraid to touch me as he eats me. He's a wild animal, and I'm his prey, helpless to do anything but take the pleasure. He licks and sucks and bites, and all I can think is that he was right. That bearddoesfeel better against the sensitive skin of my thighs. It feels like heaven.
"Sage!" I scream as pleasure builds to a fierce storm. It's so strong, I think it's going to rip me apart. I sob, trying to squirm away from him, but he won't let me go.
"Nu-uh, baby girl," he growls against my sex, his tongue circling my clit. "You tried to break me, now it's my turn. You stay right here until I'm done with you." He pulls my clit into his mouth, seaming his lips around it. One hand slips from beneath my ass, holding my lower lips open for him. His pointer finger circles my entrance before he presses it inside my opening. It's so thick, so good. He curls it up, striking against a spot inside I didn't even know existed.
Just like that, my body becomes his to command. I splinter apart, a scream of relief, of submission, breaking from my lips. Every muscle in my body locks up tight as wave after wave of euphoria crashes down on me like rapid-fire. I hear myself sobbing, but I can't seem to stop myself. I can't control the way my body shakes either. My entire world is a blur of swirling color, like I've tumbled through a kaleidoscope on my way into heaven.
The powerful feeling goes on forever before I fall limp.
Even then, my body trembles as aftershocks quake through me.
"That's it, sweet girl," Sage croons, his voice a deep rumble of sound as he runs his hands all over me, easing me back down to earth. "You look so beautiful when you're coming for me. God. I need inside you before I lose my mind."
The bed dips as he climbs to his feet. I whimper and reach out for him, wanting him back. He belongs between my legs. He fits there perfectly. I can't seem to make my body work to call him back to me though. It's all fuzzy, like it was after I had my wisdom teeth removed as a teenager. I hear him moving around and then the bed dips again.
A moment later, I'm back in his strong arms as they close around me. He shifts me up the bed, placing my head on a pillow. I finally manage to drag my eyes open to see him looming over me. The muscles in his arms and shoulders are taut as he holds himself up above me.
I rake my gaze down his body, shivering at the sight of him. He's completely naked and so damn beautiful. His body is so thick and powerful. I've seen naked men before. It's impossible not to see them in my line of work. But I've never seen anything like him before.
He really is like the redwood giants in California. Tall. Powerful. Rooted to the earth yet reaching into heaven. There's nothing little about him, nothing soft. He's all man, acres of golden, battered skin over roughly hewn muscles. Dark tattoos tell fragments of his story. I want to trace every single one, learn the secrets they hide.
"You keep looking at me like that, you won't be able to walk tomorrow, Trinity," he growls. He wraps a fist around his erection, working it up and down as he stares at me. A bead of precum wells from the tip, sliding down the broad head.
"You're not going to fit," I mumble, suddenly nervous as hell. His erection is as big as the rest of him. Even with his fist wrapped around it, there's room left. He's as big around as an aluminum can, and long enough to make me squirm. He's going to break me in half.
"Oh, I'll fit," he promises. His voice sounds like sandpaper, all gritty and rough. "Like I was born to ride you."
I'm not sure if he's just saying that to ease my mind or if he really means it, but I take a deep breath and nod, letting him know I trust him. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe it's crazy to feel this sort of connection to someone I just met. But Idotrust him. It's instinctive, natural, as if something inside me recognizes something inside of him. As if this part of me was meant to be his. I think I've been waiting my whole life to find him.
Our eyes meet as he settles over me, dragging my leg up over his hip. Emotion swirls through his gorgeous eyes, searing me to my soul. Whatever this is between us, he feels it too. I see the truth blazing in his eyes. He settles over me like a warm, familiar blanket. I'm completely surrounded by him, engulfed in his aura and the soft wash of emotion coursing through me with every powerful beat of my heart. Each one speaks directly to him, telling him what I can't put into words. It's peace and love and a sense of rightness I've never felt before.
"Sage," I whisper in awe, reaching up to touch his face with trembling hands.
"Trinity," he whispers back, turning his face to place a kiss to my palm. "My sweet little lamb."
"Make love to me," I plead.
"Are you sure?" he asks, swallowing hard. As if, now that the moment has come,he'snervous. But I'm not. Seeing that look in his eyes, feeling him on top of me…I've never been more certain of anything than I am of this. Of him.
Instead of answering, I slide my other leg up his thick thigh and hitch it around his hip, opening myself for him. I'm his for the taking. From the moment I saw him standing on the roof, I was his. My hands slide up his back, twining around his neck. I anchor myself to his big body, letting him root me to earth so I don't float away.
"Make me yours," I breathe.
"You're already mine," he growls, his expression turning fierce, possessive.
A soft moan climbs up my throat when he slides the head of his cock through my folds and then presses it to my opening. My heart thuds in my chest, anticipation pinging through me. My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I'm not nervous though. Not anymore. I want this. Ineedthis.
"Eyes on me, baby girl," he commands and then waits until I obey before he tilts his hips, sliding inside me.
Even though I didn't think it was possible, my opening stretches around his length, allowing him inside. A bite of pain brings tears to my eyes. It's sharp, like something tearing as he thrusts into me. As soon as he sees the tears in my eyes, his entire body goes still.
"I'm okay," I whimper.
"You're not." He groans like a miserable, wounded bear. "Fuck, I hate hurting you."
"Kiss me," I plead, desperately needing him to ground me again as a welter of emotions threaten to overwhelm me. There's pleasure and pain and something else, a vast shadow standing at the edge of everything, threatening to eclipse the entire world.
Love.
